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“You know, this porridge isn't at all bad," Simon said, digging in. George nodded enthusiastically, his mouth full. Beatriz looked sad for them, and possibly sad that boys were so stupid in general. "This isn't porridge," she told them. "These are scrambled eggs." "Oh, no," George whispered faintly, his mouth still full, his voice terribly sad. "Oh no.”

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Bitter of Tongue

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Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare

Cassandra Clare is a renowned American author, best known for her young adult fantasy novel series, 'The Mortal Instruments'. Her works blend elements of magic, romance, and adventure, captivating young readers worldwide. more

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